I Stand Before You (Judge Me Not #2)(84)

His eyes move over me hungrily. The only thing keeping me from being completely naked is the gathered fabric of my dress still at my waist. This, Chase now seems to notice. “Lift,” he demands.

I do as he asks and he slips my dress over my head in one smooth motion. “Lay back, baby, let me see you naked before me.”

The small lamp by the bed is still on and when I acquiesce to Chase’s request I know he can see all of me. I am laid bare and open. He blazes a path with one hand down my stomach. When he reaches a hip, he grips tightly, and rocks me a little on the mattress, like he’s testing out for when he f*cks me. I can’t help but moan out his name.

“Baby…” He leans down and parts my lips with his own. Our tongues touch.

I could kiss this man forever. But he begins to kiss lower, down my chin, down my neck. I arch up and he places a hand under me, at the small of my back. He moves my body into his kisses as his mouth travels between my breasts and down over my abdomen, then lower still, to where I need and want him so very badly.

His breaths caress my sex, promising and hot. I cry out his name, tell him how very much I want what he’s about to do.

“I know, baby,” he replies, and then he kisses my clit, very softly.

He uses only his lips at first, but then his tongue darts out and he licks where he’s just kissed, over and over and over. “Oh, Chase,” I rasp. “Yes-s-s.”

Chase’s hands move my hips in unison with the rhythm of what he’s doing to me. When he senses I’m close—and I am—he keeps one hand on my hip, while the other trails down to below where his mouth is nudging me closer and closer to release. Chase slides a finger into me while he sucks on to and pulls my clit into his mouth, all while gripping my hip tightly, hard enough to leave a mark. It’s too much amazing sensation, I cry out in pleasure and tumble over the edge. Chase licks and kisses my sex as the last shudders of orgasm wrack through me. Slowly, he moves up my body until he reaches my mouth and kisses me deeply.

When we break for air, I am smiling, smiling and saying over and over in my head, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

And maybe I say it out loud, since Chase is saying it too.

And while he tells me “I love you back, baby girl,” he’s parting my legs to accommodate his body as he settles on top of me.

My all-encompassing boy is above me and on me, elbows at either side of my head, keeping his weight from crushing me. Somewhere in all my bliss I notice he’s ridded himself of his jeans. We’re skin to skin, completely bare, with my boy’s hard and throbbing pressing into my soft and wet.

I raise my head, allowing our lips to meet. Chase kisses my mouth open. I taste me on his tongue, but I also taste Kir and a hint of chocolate. While my tongue explores Chase’s mouth, he pushes his cock to my core. Our bodies are so close, pressed together, but it feels nowhere close enough.

I twine my fingers in his hair, then trail fingertips up and down his back. When I settle my palms on his inked wings I try to press Chase closer. But his body is on mine as close as he can be. There’s no space between us, but it’s still not enough. I shift and the tip of him pushes into my entrance. I sigh. That’s better.

“You feel so good, sweet girl, I can’t wait to be inside you,” Chase whispers into my ear.

“Then don’t wait,” I say back in a sex-husky voice I’ve never before heard coming from my mouth.

Chase holds where he is, partially inside me, pressing and throbbing with the promise of more. He leans back so our eyes meet. He watches my reaction as he pushes into me another inch. I gasp. He’s big, and he stretches me wide with his girth. But I want to be opened up like this for Chase; I want him to stretch me to my limits. My body belongs to him, it’s his for the taking, and the sooner he takes me the sooner he can mold me to fit him.

I nod quickly, and Chase pushes into me more, stretching and filling me with his love for me, making us one. He’s almost in completely, but I know there’s still more to go. I close my eyes and feel, just feel. Because this is how love should feel. It’s like nothing I’ve ever known before. It moves me, it consumes me. It’s so overwhelming in fact that, for a second, I choke up.

Chase stills. “Are you all right?” he asks. He cups my chin and his thumb brushes over my kiss-swollen lips.

I arch up. “I’m good.” He shifts and I moan. “It’s just…I want all of you, Chase. Give me everything.” I gasp. “Don’t hold anything back.”

My boy knows what I mean. I want more than just his body.

“I’m already yours, Kay. I have been for a while now, long before I let you know. Maybe I’ve been yours from the day we first met, who knows? It sure feels like maybe I have.”

I feel Chase’s words as they fill my heart, mending the broken pieces. And then I feel him when, with one powerful and love-fueled thrust, he fills me all the way, like I’ve never been filled before, stretched and pulsing, coming apart once more. Coming still when Chase starts to move, really move.

My love gives me everything he’s got, using all his hard and all his muscle, using his love and his trouble, his good and his bad. My boy f*cks with intensity, and I finally become enlightened as to what crazy-good sex really is. But I know I’m getting more from Chase than anyone has ever gotten from him in the past. He also gives me more than I’ve ever received from anyone in my past. This man gives me friendship, he gives me hope, and he makes possibility real. Frankly, in many ways, Chase has given me back my life. Maybe I’ve given him his life back too.